User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-2246928-20170112011210/@comment-3135907-20190218071042

The old squirrelwife sweeping away clutter smiles tearfully- joyfully. "Yer too late. Plain white as that. They've gone, fates go with 'em! A taste of real hope for this old heart, 'tis.